O’Grady was in his casino. He watched the gamblers who were at the tables, but his mind was far away. The female croupier at the blackjack table who had been eyeing him suggestively smiled flirtatiously at the Irishman who was barely aware of her flirtatious looks. Hostesses swayed by, and card dealers kept impassive faces as they dealt rounds. Another very ordinary day at the casino and by dawn, he would be richer by a couple of millions. But O’Grady could only think of a pair of soft ...